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what so i cant ask a question now

[meca]

not with all the indecision you're putting it into
you want to talk about it in person?
i'm sure your face will tell me what you're not

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no actually i dont

[meca]

what are you hiding

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jesus christ oli not everything is a big fuckin mystery

[meca]

whatever
i'll talk to you later

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great

[meca]

( a few hours later-- )

you're still my fav even if you're being cagey as fuck
just so you don't forget

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i dont want to fight with you

[meca]

i don't want to fight with you either
do you want to cuddle for a bit instead
i'll bring ice cream or mochas or something

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yeah
i don't want to like talk about shit though

[meca]

pick a movie

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do u prefer porny romcoms or porny action

[meca]

action
less cheesy

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done, the nudity is less obvious w the explosions

mocha pls.

[meca]

caramel or?

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yes
whipped cream too if u can

[meca]

omw

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doors open x

[meca]

( it takes him a bit to get to the beach, and once he does arrive, oliver isn't immediately letting himself in. instead, he puts down the drink holder topped up with scones and muffins down on the ground in front of the door, and takes out the chunk of iron he'd arrived with. )

be inside in a sec
making a back door

( by murmuring a few words softly under his breath, causing a little bit of the iron to flow off of the chunk in a liquid-like state and attach itself to the door just below the door handle in a complex shape. he'll have to pick a connecting door later, but that's a problem for oliver to figure out later.

the iron gets shoved back into his pocket after, so he can pick up the drink holder and toe open the door with the toe of his sneaker. )

Brought you a scone too.

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( nick honestly doesn't look great, a little tired and wrung out, swamped in a hoodie and sweats even though the house doesn't get cold at all. after a blowout fight with ragnor under his belt (that he doesn't want to talk about) and the rumblings of one with oliver (that he doesn't want to talk about), not to mention the whole short talk with jess (that he definitely doesn't want to talk about)...

well things are starting to stack quite rapidly, and even if he knows that he'll have to deal with all of them eventually, for now nick very much wants to act like there's nothing going on at all. so that's exactly what nick does, smile lighting up the moment oliver walks in and getting up so that he can meet him halfway and help with the drink tray. )

Oh shit, good call I haven't eaten.

( if there's a hesitation before nick leans in and presses a grateful kiss to the side of oliver's head, it's only brief. less than half a second, more of a stumble than anything. )

[meca]

( nick leans in close and he tips his head in closer. hums soft when nick kisses him, but his hands are still a little full to reach out like he'd prefer to so he just--lets it go. holds the tray out enough so nick can take it and he can take his own drink off of it. )

I won't bring it up again, I swear, but-- ( he's bringing it up for a moment. ) I'm sorry I went snooping into your shit. And I should've brought it up at a better time, if I was going to bring it up at all. You should've been able to tell me on your own time, if you wanted to.

( he's not actually. well. sorry. for any of it. nick's defensiveness means it's definitely something he's still working on. his response told oliver all he really needed to know: that logan's a big enough asshole kyle still doesn't like him. that he's selfish and keeps being a reckless idiot despite what horror it might bring onto people like nick. that nick's being a fucking idiot and turning a blind eye on it because he likes logan or whatever. but he can pretend to be sorry. )

What movie did you pick out?

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( nick has a reply to that, but it gets stuck somewhere in the genuine desire to not want to fight and the less helpful desire to clam up and ignore that there's any issue at all. instead he just sort of nods, taking a quick swig of his drink so that he has an excuse for his lack of response.

it's transparent but he doesn't really care. if he replies they're getting into it again and nick really doesn't have the energy for it, so he just abandons the drink tray on the nearest surface and nods towards his room. )

I think it's, like, slutty Die Hard. Maybe Die Hard II, I'm not sure. Anyway we're watching it in my room.

[meca]

They're all the same.

( so it doesn't matter. nick puts the tray down, so oliver takes his own mocha (lavender, thank you) and scone off of it to carry it back to nick's room. )

Clean off a space for us?

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( nick's bed actually is clear, on account of an embarrassing amount of time spent being emotionally devastated in it, but he'd be mortified actually admitting that. instead he just raises a hand before they make it to his door, motions in a way that sends a few pen pots skittering across the desk and adding to the overall clutter of the room. but the bed is clear, save the rumpled sheets, and once they're in he makes quick work of setting up the tv. )

You know, Nate actually could set up a portal right to my room. It could probably even have an occupied sign, so you don't walk in while I'm doing something important.